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"In strict confidence," he said, "have you got any idea whatever on the subject?" "None!" answered Barthorpe. "None whatever! I've no more idea of who it was that killed my uncle than I have of the name of the horse that'll win the Derby of year after next! That's a fact. There isn't a clue." "The police are at work, of course," suggested Burchill.
Burchill, who had addressed his remarks chiefly to the listeners on the other side of the table, and notably to Cox-Raythwaite, turned away from the detective and went on. "This man Mr. X," he said, "came quickly out of the door, turned down the side-street a little, then turned back, passed the carriage-entrance, and went away up the street in the opposite direction.
"Why did you not come back at once?" asked Cox-Raythwaite. Dimambro spread out his hands. "Oh, I have my business very particular," he said. "Besides, it has nothing to do with me, eh? I don't see no no connection between me and that no! But in time, I do come back, and then he tell you," he broke off, pointing to Burchill. "He tell you better, see?"
"That Barthorpe Herapath had been to inquire for Burchill? yes," replied Mr. Tertius. "You're wondering " "I'm wondering if, since then, Barthorpe has found him," said Mr. Halfpenny. "If he has if there have been passages between them if " He paused half-way down the stairs, stood for a moment or two in deep thought and then laid his hand on his friend's arm. "Tertius!" he said gravely.
And posed in an elegant attitude on the hearthrug, one elbow resting on the black marble of the mantelpiece, one hand toying with a cigarette, stood Burchill, scrupulously attired as usual, and conveying, or endeavouring to convey to whoever looked upon him, that he, of all people present, was master of himself and all of the scene.
"Ah!" responded Triffitt, wildly smiting the crown of his deerstalker. "That's just it! What does it all mean, my dear! Gad! this is to use the common language of the common man, a fair licker! That that chap Burchill should march as bold as brass into those Herapath Flats, is well, I couldn't be more surprised, Trixie, than if you were to tell me that you are the Queen of Sheba's grand-daughter!
"You apprehend me exactly." "Yet you have just heard what Mr. Tertius says! What do you say to that, Mr. Burchill?" "I say nothing to that, Mr. Halfpenny. I have nothing to do with what Mr. Tertius says. I have answered your questions." "Mr. Tertius says that he and you saw Jacob Herapath sign that document, saw each other sign it! What you say now gives Mr. Tertius the direct lie, and "
He turned on his own tracks so quickly that I was certain he had seen somebody coming whom he did not wish to meet. He " "Excuse me a moment," broke in Cox-Raythwaite. "How was it X. didn't see you?" "Because I was on the opposite side of the street, in deep shadow," replied Burchill. "Besides that, the instant I caught sight of him I quietly slipped back into a doorway.
Dimambro's account accurately his account so far," concluded Burchill, turning to the Italian. "If not, he will correct me." "Quite right, quite right!" said Dimambro, who had listened eagerly. "I do not hear of the murder, eh, until I am in Berlin it is, yes, next day day after I leave London that I hear of it, you understand? I then see it in the newspaper English news, eh?"
And there's such a thing as being accessory after the crime of course. Leave it at that, Mr. Burchill, leave it at that!" Cox-Raythwaite, who had been eyeing Burchill with ill-concealed disgust, spoke sharply. "And the rest?" he asked. "I'm going along in order," answered Burchill coolly.
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